The FBI Agent and his Lady Doctor
Title: The FBI Agent and his Lady Doctor
Author: thepinkllama
Pairing: Brennan/Booth
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None in this chapter.
Summary: He’s in love with his best friend and he refuses to do a thing about it. She’s found her hero, but she’s too scared to believe. He’s drawn a line and only discipline has kept him from dragging her across that line and into his bed. They’re too close and she knows it, now if only she had the guts to end it. Two people can only avoid something for so long.
Fan Fiction Archive: http://thepinkllama.livejournal.com/2059.html
AN: I have a previous story in the works, but my muse is holding it hostage. This is a bit… darker than I usually write. Mostly my stuff is just kind of feel good fluff, but I wanted to go a bit deeper this time and really probe into my character’s emotions. Oh and my summary sucks, its just random bursts of thought, but heck, I’m going with it.
“Bones”
She looks up from her work. He’s leaning against her door and she doesn’t even bother to deny the fact that already her day or night, as was the case, has brightened. His smile doesn’t have the same glow it always does. She wonders what’s wrong but she doesn’t know how to bring it up. She gets up and slips out of her lab coat.
“We have a case?”
“Yeah, a construction sight, they said we should wait until daylight for safety reasons but I figured you’d get all cranky if I let them compromise any more evidence.”
Booth smiled proudly and she was almost certain his chest puffed out a fraction of an inch.
“Thank you.”
Together they stride out of the Jeffersonian, matching each other step for step.
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The car is oddly silent for once and Brennan can’t tear her eyes from Booth’s profile. His face is full of a weary sadness that makes her heart tug. She’s nervous and awkward but Temperance Brennan doesn’t cower before anything.
“Is something wrong Booth?”
His jaw clenches and his gaze, dark with grief pierces right into her heart, and not for the first time she’s able to feel his hurt.
He’s silent until they are parked in front of the crime scene. It wasn’t often that Booth let Brennan glimpse the dark soul he hid behind the happy go lucky veneer.
“Rebecca wants sole custody of Parker.”
“What? Why? I thought you two got along.”
Booth glances at the officers approaching his car.
“We’ll talk later.”
Brennan watches a defeated man step out of the car. She vows to fix whatever had gone wrong between him and Rebecca, because she owes him that much.
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Brennan is on her knee’s peering at the remains spread over the scaffolding and the building in progress.
“When were these bones found?”
A portly construction worker scratches his belly.
“‘Bout an hour ago, and they weren’t here yesterday, I would know, I built that wall.” The worker points to the wall where an ulna and a radius are hanging precariously from the electrical wiring.
Brennan stands and brushes sawdust from her jumpsuit. She glances at Booth who is wrinkling his nose at a human hand hanging by a piece of twine from the beginnings of a ceiling.
“This is weird.”
Brennan nods and stares at the scene before her. The body had been ripped limb from limb and strewn haphazardly over the semi complete room. She keeps on staring as the construction worker finally leaves to get a cup of coffee.
Booth is trying to figure out why the hell a body would be spread all over a construction zone when Brennan disappears with a crack and a puff of sawdust.
It happens in slow motion, there’s a loud crack and her mouth forms an oval and then she’s gone. It feels like hours as he stands staring dumbly at the spot where she was, though in reality mere seconds have passed. Then her name tears from his throat and he’s running to the hole and yelling her name and she answers, with a definite tone of annoyance (damn her).
“I’m fine Booth.” He see’s her tangled in the safety netting, swinging precariously at least eight feet from the floor below. She’s attempting to untangle herself. Booth nearly has a coronary.
“Stay put dammit! I’m coming down.”
He’s never moved so fast in his life and before he knows it he’s practically running towards her on a shaky piece of scaffolding. She’s hanging about three feet away from him and completely immobile, like a dragonfly caught in a garish orange web. Booth tugs the netting towards him and he has her in his arms. The wood that was holding her up snaps and they’re both flailing and hit the ground with a grunt. Booth tugs her loose from the netting and crushes her in his arms.
“Ow Booth!” Her words are all tough but she’s clinging onto him just as hard.
Booth pulls her up with him and grabs her shoulders.
“You’re going to get in the car, after I’m done yelling at the construction company I’m taking you home.”
Nothing puts her back up as quickly as that demanding tone of his.
“No! My bones-“
“Shut up.”
Brennan steps back in shock at his tone, but she recovers quickly enough. She’s just about to give him a piece of her mind when he grabs her by the waist and drags her out of the building towards the construction worker who is apologizing profusely. The distant sound of sirens tells him that somebody must have called 911. His tightly controlled temper explodes and he pops the guy in the jaw. Officers rush to the worker’s side and despite Brennan’s protests he practically throws her into the passenger seat. Booth realizes that he’s losing control fast and he stalks off to get some air and hopefully cool his temper.
The steady slap of footsteps behind him assures him that cooling off isn’t about to happen anytime soon.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Booth whips around so fast that Brennan nearly slips on the gravel in an attempt to stop.
“I can’t be babysitting you all the time; you need to watch what you’re doing!” He yells, even though they both know it couldn’t have been prevented.
Her eyes take on a fiery glow
“You bastard!”
He catches her fist before she can strike him and tugs her close enough so that she can feel his breath on her ear.
“I will not lose you.”
Brennan’s body sags as understanding enters and adrenaline finally leaves. She’s pulled into a fierce hug and his stubble scratches her smooth cheek but she doesn’t move.
“Thank you Booth.”
His heart thunders against her palm and Booth finally releases her.
“You scared the shit out of me when you disappeared through the hole like that.” He pastes on a smile and notes her relief.
“Go get yourself checked out.”
Brennan doesn’t even think of protesting, she merely complies with his demand and allows herself to be poked and prodded by the paramedic and then ushered into the SUV and finally taken home. She refuses to admit that for a moment there she was scared Booth wouldn’t get to her in time and she would plummet to her death. Though that was a bit overdramatic, after all, it was only about eight feet or so to the ground. Thank goodness the floor hadn’t given way like the previous one had, or she would have gotten a lot more than a couple of bruises.
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Booth stares at the brandy in his cup. He’s sitting in a dark room at two in the morning trying to get drunk but failing miserably. What he wants is… He doesn’t know, but he sure as hell doesn’t want to douse his sorrows in a bottle of cheap brandy. He tugs his shirt off and collapses on his couch with a weariness that has nothing to do with the time but everything to do with his broken heart.
It’s three in the morning on a freezing winter night and Brennan is pacing outside of Booth’s apartment. There’s no reason for her to be outside his apartment at three in the morning. But she remembers the times he spent hours with her, just being there for her to draw comfort from. She never asked for it and she knows that he won’t either. So once again she musters up the courage and goes to his door. She gives the door two sharp raps and feels satisfied when she hears an oath and shuffling. The door whips open and reveals a shirtless ruffled Booth. Make that an angry shirtless ruffled Booth. His greeting is growled and he simply stumbles back to the couch and flops facedown onto it.
Brennan lets herself in and notices the mostly full bottle of brandy next to an empty glass. She flicks on the lights and sits down beside him despite his mutinous protests.
“What the hell do you want Bones?”
“I’ve come to talk about your problems.
Booth isn’t quite sure he wants to believe the words that have just come out of his partner’s mouth. He opens one eye to glare at her. She’s sitting primly on the edge of his couch. Only Bones would come two your door at three in the morning to try and help you out.
“With all due respect Bones, go to hell. “ The words lack venom and are muffled by the cushions on the couch. He feels her get up and suddenly he can smell the subtle scent of her shampoo. He opens his eyes and stares straight into her pretty blue ones.
“Bones go away.”
She shoves at his arm and he rolls over.
“No, I want to help you.”
Booth is quickly losing his patience.
“You want to help me? “
“Yes” her face is lined with concern for him and he can’t help being touched.
“Then kindly shut the hell up.” Booth growls and tugs her onto the couch with him, effectively silencing her with one hand and pinning her to him with the other. She wriggles a little but after only a few seconds she huffs out a breath and relaxes against him. The couch is hardly big enough for the both of them and the lights are still burning brightly. Booth opens his eyes and grabs for the light control and after turning the fan on and off twice he finally manages to switch off the lights. Moonlight streams from his window onto the two of them. Booth can’t sleep with her body molded to his, so he talks.
“I don’t want to lose my boy.” Dammit, he hadn’t meant for his voice to crack like that.
She lifts her head and sits up, nearly bumping him off the couch.
“You won’t lose him Booth.”
Booth rolls his eyes at her.
“You’ve never fought a child custody case Bones, how would you know? They’ll give Rebecca what she wants because she’s the one with a safer job. Besides, she’s engaged to that boyfriend of hers, Steve, they want to start a new family and I’m not invited.”
Brennan frowns
“You never told me Rebecca got engaged.”
“Because it doesn’t concern you.”
“You’re always probing into my personal life!” She feels a little hurt, but she doesn’t dwell on it.
He sighs and puts his hands behind his head and stares up at her.
“I’m going to lose one of the most important people in my life and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. It pisses me off.”
She notices his eyes darkening with anger and she squeezes his knee.
“It’s not right, nobody should be able to do that to you, you’re his father! He is half yours!” Her voice is filled with righteous anger and a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Bones, sometimes you know just what to say.”
She’s confused, because she never knows just what to say.
“But I-“
He tugs her back onto his chest and closes his eyes. He’s already half asleep.
“Shhh…”
He smells of soap and man and no smell has made her feel quite so comforted. His naked chest is warm against her cheek and she can feel her eyelids getting heavier. Sleep steals over her quickly.
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A/N: Well, I left kind of a lot of things up in the air with the end of this chapter but only because so many ideas were assaulting me at once. Expect UST, Brennan to do something about the Parker situation, and the continuation of the case. Reading Educates Volatile Inebriated Earls Weekly. Yeah, it’s a subliminal message.